Chapter Three
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*Leah's POV*
I feel like I am on the edge of a cliff, and I am being told to jump. I have never been a risk taker. I had just met Wyatt and within a few minutes I was on the edge of his desk. Is this what the mate bond does? I have made sure to hold on to my virginity until I met my mate. I am a 26-year-old virgin. I have done things with guys, but it’s never gone past that. Now that I have found my mate, I am ready. If he didn’t have to leave, we would have gone all the way. Then comes the fact that I am his second chance mate. What if I can’t live up to the same expectations? I have so many questions but right now the only thing in my head is wanting him.
Josh breaks my train of thought and breaks the silence "So.... Have you ever heard of a second chance mate?"
"I have heard of it but don’t know anything about it." I say to him.
"A second chance mate is someone you find after your first mate dies or if you are rejected. It is supposed to be a completely different bond. Same strength of the mate bond but feelings are different. He will always have his feelings for his first mate but his feelings for you will be stronger. I say stronger because after losing a mate a wolf will lose themself and become dark. A new mate makes them find themself again and makes them feel whole again. Bringing them to have a deeper connection with their second mate. He needed you. I hope you can turn him around and set him back into a straight line."
"That kind of makes it feel like I am replacing her. I don't want to do that." I say quietly.
Josh looks at me and smiles. "You will never replace her. He will just have a stronger connection to you because you put him back together. I am probably explaining this all wrong. Only someone who has gone through it before can explain it. Wyatt probably doesn't even understand it right now."
"I would like to hear more about it sometime."
"We have another person in the pack that has their second chance mate. I am sure she would talk to you to help explain it better."
"That would be great, maybe we have time while Wyatt is gone?"
"It would not be the greatest idea to move you until he gets back. He would lose his mind if you were not here when he returns." He laughs.
The office door opens and in walks Wyatt. He looks even better than before. He is at least 6 foot 4 and has short black hair. His blue eyes dazzle in the light and the way he holds himself makes me blush. You can tell he belongs as an Alpha.
"Mine." Wyatt growls out at Josh.
Josh raises his hands and leaves fast. It isn't long before I find myself back in Wyatt's arms and once again on his desk. After some kissing and him touching he clears his desk laying me down on it. He makes his way down my stomach and his head reaches between my legs. His tongue finds my tender spot and he teases me with every lick. I find myself building in anticipation. When he starts to suck on my sweet spot, I feel myself getting ready to combust. Finally, I explode around his tongue. Something I have never heard about the mate bond is how incredible an orgasm will be when it is given by your mate. I can feel every nerve ending in my body unraveling. This is the best feeling in the world, but I want more. I slowly lean up and grab the top of his sweatpants. I quickly help them off him and immediately notice his size. I seriously doubt he will fit. It even makes me nervous. I take him in my hands and tease him running my hands up and down his length. I can feel him grow in my hands to an even bigger size. I can feel how wet I am in anticipation. He positions himself but right before he goes to enter me, he stops.
"I am sorry, but I can’t do this until I talk to you about my past and the horrible things that I have done and have been doing." he says to me.
I look at him confused, "Okay. Whatever you must tell me I am sure everything will be okay. You are my mate; we are made for each other."
"Since losing my mate I have done a lot of bad in my life. I continue to do bad things. To keep the reputation, I have built I don't think I can stop. If I tell you everything I don't know if you will still want me. I wouldn't want myself." He goes quiet after his words.
"You are my mate; I will forgive you and I will help you find your way. Just tell me what's going on. Let me in so I can help you." I say while taking his hand in mine.
I feel sexually frustrated. What could he possibly tell me that would make me turn my back on him? I don’t even think that is possible. Is he murdering people? That is something I don’t think I could handle, but anything else I knew I could handle, or at least help him to fix. He is sitting quiet. I know he is thinking to himself, and I don’t want to rush him into speaking to me. So, I sit beside him just rubbing his hand in comfort. We are both naked and it makes it hard for me to concentrate when all I want is for him to take my virginity and make me his completely.
After a few minutes in silence, I finally speak up. "Wyatt? Are you okay? I can let you have some space if that will help you."
I get up from the desk to grab my jeans and shirt, but his hand stops me. "No, I don't want you to leave. I am just thinking of the best way to tell you about everything I have done."
I place a hand on his cheek. "Just tell me. I promise I will try to take it the best I can."
He nuzzles my hand before speaking. "My entire life has been full of misfortunes. My parents dying and then my mate. I've always been full of darkness. I was able to live a good life after my parents. I met my mate and things were great. We made an amazing pack, and our bond was stronger than ever. Then she got pregnant and my love for her grew to new heights. She was about six months along when she was in a terrible car accident that caused her death and the death of our pup. After their death I started to do bad things."
He pauses again and turns away from me. He stands up and moves to the window in his office.
He continues. "I have kidnapped people, tortured people, I have people here as slaves, some are in my cells down in the basement.... I’ve killed people."
My heart hammers into my chest. I don't have a reply. Am I sure I can help him? I must process all of this. He comes to sit back down in front of me and I look away. He takes my hand and I let him, but I can't meet his gaze.
"Can you ever forgive me? Do you even want to? He asks me quietly.
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